A Murder Misstery

After I made it out to Ashley in the amount of $5,000, I was about to stuff it into the pocket of my little blue jacket when Tracy started to laugh. "Girls don't carry their money like that, dear," she explained. She went into the closet and came back with a navy blue purse and one of her old wallets. "Here, let's set you up like a proper woman." Soon my purse was chock full female essentials like lipstick, a compact, a brush, tissues, and a nail file in addition to the wallet.

After Tracy put on a pair of sturdy shoes, a wool cap and a pea coat, she loaned me one of her uniform topcoats and a pair of women's gloves, and we were off. I was very self-conscious at first, and Tracy had to tell me to smile and act natural. "Stand up straight...stop staring at your feet!" she scolded me. When we stepped outside, the winter wind whipped my skirt and coat around my knees, and the frigid air cut through my stockings like a knife. "Now I know why you're wearing pants!" I groaned.

"Better get used to it, sweetheart. You look like a girl dressed like that, but I don't know how convincing you'd be in pants."

"Whatever," I sighed. My girlish voice was becoming a little more natural to me, and we bantered back and forth to take our minds off my troubles.

"Hungry?" she asked me.

"Starving."

"Okay, let's find someplace where I can teach you how to eat like a girl."

It dawned on me that Tracy was acting more and more in charge, almost like she was the guy. "You're digging this, aren't you?" I asked.

"If you're asking me whether I'm happy that my boyfriend is on the ten most wanted list, the answer is no."

"But you are digging the fact that I have to act like a chick."

"I have to admit, it's been a blast so far. Watching you try to pretend you're a girl is a hoot, and you gotta admit, the sex was amazing."

Just thinking about it made me stir again, which was a very uncomfortable feeling. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about my manhood, trapped and throbbing in its silken prison. At least my tight skirt and heels made it impossible for me to walk like a man, and it was a struggle to keep up with Tracy.